wish, but--"

"My own part was nothing more than an instinct to save myself, which
everyone possesses. I do want to say, though, that Tommy Thompson was
the bravest girl I ever saw. She was not afraid, nor can she be blamed
for getting numb and sleepy. I did myself. No one can ever tell me
that Tommy isn't as brave a girl as lives. She has proved that."

"Yeth, I'm a real hero," piped Tommy with great satisfaction.

"A heroine, you mean, Tommy," corrected Harriet.

"Yeth, I gueth tho," agreed the little lisping girl amid general
laughter, in which, the Chief Guardian joined.

"There is nothing else that I can think of to say, Mrs. Livingston. We
were fortunate; we have much for which to be thankful, for it was
through no heroism on my part that we got ashore and were saved."

Harriet sat down, inwardly glad that her part of the story was told.

"We have our own views as to that," answered the Chief Guardian. "And
now that we have cleared the way, I would say that the camp guardians
have unanimously agreed on giving each of you two young ladies a full
set of beads for your achievements of last night, for such
achievements touch upon nearly all the crafts of our order. They have
been worthily won and will prove a splendid addition to the already
heavy necklace of beads you have earned."

"I gueth we'll need a chain bearer inthtead of a torch bearer if we
keep on earning beadth," suggested Grace.

The two girls were requested to step out. They did so, posing demurely
before the blazing campfire.

Mrs. Livingston placed a string of beads about the neck of each of the
two girls. There were beads of red, orange, sky blue, wood brown,
green, black and gold, and red, white and blue, representative of the
different crafts of the organization.

Linking hands and raising them above their heads, thus forming a chain
about the blazing campfire, the Wau-Wau Girls began swaying the human
chain, chanting in low voices:

"Beads of red and beads of blue,
Beads that keep us ever true;
Beads of gold and beads of brown,
Make for health and great renown."

Tommy, chancing to catch the eyes of Margery Brown on the opposite
side of the circle, winked wisely at her. Tommy was in her element,
but quite the opposite was the case with Harriet. She was
uncomfortable and embarrassed, and though proud of the beads that had
been awarded to her, she felt that she scarcely had earned them. She
was suddenly aroused by